Fifty-Two Flower Mandalas

David J. Bookbinder
If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our
whole life would change.
- Jack Kornfield

Nobody sees a flower – really – it is so small it takes time –

we haven’t time – and to see takes time, like to have a friend
takes time.
- Georgia O’Keeffe

What does seeing clearly mean? It doesn’t mean that you

look at something and analyze it, noting all its composite
parts; no. When you see clearly, when you look at a flower
and really see it, the flower sees you. It’s not that the flower
has eyes, of course. It’s that the flower is no longer just a
flower, and you are no longer just you.
- Maurine Stuart

The earth laughs in flowers.

- e. e. cummings
Fifty-Two Flower Mandalas
A Meditation

By David J. Bookbinder
Fifty-Two Flower Mandalas

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Credits:
“Autobiography in Five Short Chapters” was written by Portia Nelson.
The description of the chöd practice was adapted from Feeding Your Demons: Ancient Wisdom
for Resolving Inner Conflict, by Tsultrim Allione.
“Forgiveness Meditation” was written by Jack Kornfield.
“Personal Craziness Index” was adapted from A Gentle Path Through the Twelve Steps,
by Patrick J. Carnes.

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 For my teachers:
Linda Kuehl, who started me writing,
Herb Mason, who taught me to write from the heart,
Gene Garber, who showed me how to teach with poise,
James Grant, who helped me see,
Harold Feinstein, who showed me flowers,
and
Thich Nhat Hanh, who helped me be.
Acknowledgments
Fifty-Two Flower Mandalas would not have happened without help from many people. I
am grateful to them all.
A Massachusetts Cultural Council grant in Photography encouraged me to take myself
more seriously as an artist and helped to fund the creation of many of these images.
My mailing list subscribers, Facebook fans, and blog subscribers provided an encouraging
and receptive audience for the Flower Mandala images and for early drafts of the essays
that accompany them.
Several friends consistently read and commented on the essays, notably Barbara Drake,
Larry ‘Doc’ Pruyne, Pat Sylvia, and especially Davida Rosenblum, who not only read my
first drafts but also edited the second drafts.
Finally, I am particularly indebted to the generous folks whose faith in this project led
them to back The Flower Mandalas Project on Kickstarter.com. Special thanks are due to
the following Kickstarter backers:
Thanks: Analesa BatShema, Anita Shorthill, Beilah Ross, Briana Duffy, Jane Pasquill,
Jennifer Flynn Bernard, Jim and Iris Grant, Michael O’Leary, Michele Anello, Paul Lessard,
Perry McIntosh, Redmund Godfrey, Sadhbh O’Neill, Susan Lennox, William Sheehan,
William Z. Zwemke
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Deborah S. Strycula, Florence S. Schott, Grady McGonagill, Jennifer Badot, Josephine Lo,
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Supporters: James Harrington, Monica Andrews, Sarah Bookbinder
Special Supporters: Paul Bookbinder, Pearl Bookbinder, Trish Randall
Angels: Barbara Drake, Kathleen Murphy

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Contents
Introduction 1
1. Acceptance 3
2. Action 7
3. Anger 11
4. Atonement 15
5. Awareness 19
6. Balance 23
7. Caring 27
8. Change 31
9. Choice 35
10. Compassion 39
11. Connection 43
12. Courage 47
13. Curiosity 51
14. Desire 55
15. Dreams 59
16. Failure 63
17. Faith 67
18. Fear 71
19. Forgiveness 75
20. Generosity 79
21. Grace 83
22. Gratitude 89
23. Healing 93
24. Hope 97
25. Humor 101
26. Illumination 105

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27. Independence 111
28. Joy 115
29. Justice 119
30. Listening 125
31. Longing 129
32. Love 133
33. Miracles 137
34. Mistakes 141
35. Needs 145
36. Path 149
37. Patience 153
38. Perception 157
39. Perfection 161
40. Perseverance 165
41. Possibility 169
42. Purpose 173
43. Resilience 177
44. Risk 181
45. Self Love 185
46. Silence 189
47. Stillness 193
48. Suffering 197
49. Trust 201
50. Uncertainty 205
51. Uniqueness 209
52. Will 213
Appendices 217

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Introduction
Your vision will become clear only when you look into your
heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.
- Carl Jung
Fifty-Two Flower Mandalas came about because my numbers
were in alignment. When I began it, I’d just turned 60,
was almost 20 years out from a life-altering event, and had
been a psychotherapist for nearly 10 years. My intention
was to distill into one volume what I’d gleaned from these
experiences. As often happens with art, creating it brought
about something more.
The path to the Flower Mandalas themselves goes back
to 1993, when a series of medical errors nearly took my life.
At the time I was an English grad student at the University at
Albany. What happened in a hospital there, which included
a near-death experience, divided my life into two parts:
who I had been and who I was becoming. To paraphrase
the Grateful Dead, it’s been a long, strange trip since then.
Ten years later, in 2003, I was still sorting out who that
second David was. I was living in Gloucester, MA, and
walked Good Harbor beach nearly every evening, usually
at around sunset. It had been almost 25 years since I’d
done any serious photography, but I found myself yearning
to record the patterns of color and light I saw there, so I
bought a digital camera and took it with me on my walks.
I found this round of picture-taking to be a much differ-
ent experience than the one I’d had back in the ’70s, when
I was shooting street scenes in Manhattan and Brooklyn
in harsh, grainy black‑and‑white. Then, I’d felt like a thief,
grabbing and hoarding moments of unsuspecting people’s
lives. Now, I felt more like a painter, taking in and reflecting
on the slowly shifting landscape of light. I started carrying
a camera nearly everywhere I went.
Because the image quality of early digital cameras was
not up to what I was used to seeing with 35mm film, I
taught myself how to manipulate images on my computer,
hoping to improve them. I soon realized that once a file was
on my hard drive, I could do anything I wanted with it.
Experimentally, I used an image editing program to
transform photos of the clouds I’d been shooting into man-
dala-like images. I enjoyed both the effect and the process
and tried it on other images – rocks, wood, textures. Then, I
wondered what would happen if I “mandalaized” something
that was already mandala-like and tried the technique on a
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photo of a dandelion seedhead. That impulse led to my first
Flower Mandala, which accompanies the essay “Acceptance.”
Each of the Flower Mandalas is derived from a flower
snapshot I took as I walked through various neighborhoods,
visited botanical gardens and flower shops, and spotted
interesting flowers in the homes and gardens of people
I knew. The process of going from flower photograph to
finished mandala can take anywhere from a few hours in a
single session to a sequence of multi-hour sessions spread
out over two or three months. Working on the images at
the pixel level feels like I’m reacquainting myself with the
world I saw through magnifying glasses and microscopes as
a boy, what William Blake called the “minute particulars.”
At its best, the experience is a meditation.
I began making these mandalas at a time of personal
turbulence. My choice of the hexagram as the underlying
shape was initially subconscious, but I don’t believe it was
accidental. Like the mandala form itself, the hexagram
appears in the art of many cultures throughout world history.
Composed of two overlapping triangles, it represents the
reconciliation of opposites: male/female, fire/water, macro-
cosm/microcosm, as above / so below, God and man. Their
combination symbolizes unity and harmony – qualities I
needed then, and took wherever I could find them. That the
hexagram is also called the Star of David was not lost on me.
Early in the process of creating the Flower Mandalas,
I met with a painter who had been making mandalas for
years. She suggested that each of my mandalas was trying
to tell me something. “Listen to what they’re saying,” she
advised. So I hung prints around my apartment and made
them the digital wallpaper on my computer desktop.
My painter friend was right. I discovered that looking at
these images completed a loop: The mandala-making process
distilled a feeling just below my awareness into something
more distinctly felt, and looking at the completed mandala
brought that enhanced feeling back into me, purified and
amplified. With each iteration of the creating/receiving
cycle, I felt a little more whole. The Flower Mandalas were
more than merely another way to tinker with images. They
were part of a continuing reintegration process that helped
remedy the shattering aspects of my brush with death and its
consequences. Listening to what they were telling me helped
put the pieces of Humpty Dumpty back together again, a
process essential to my later becoming a psychotherapist.
 A year or two later, I began to think about a weekly support group for people who had survived near-death. I
meditation book that matched Flower Mandalas with a was still finding my way back into this world, and although
concept and a relevant, meditative quotation. I briefly I believed I had returned from the edge with something
looked at preexisting symbolic significances for flowers, of value, I was also profoundly disoriented. Responding
such as the Chinese and 19th century British and American to my confusion, one of the group members made a wide
languages of flowers, but I didn’t resonate with them, so I half-circle gesture with his arm and said, “David, I think
went with my own associations. The process of matching you’re one of those people who has to take the long way
Flower Mandalas to concepts was subjective and intuitive. ’round.” He paused, his arm fully outstretched. “But when
Sometimes a mandala led me to a matching concept, and you get there,” he said, closing his hand into a fist and
sometimes a concept led me to a matching mandala. pulling it to his chest, “it’ll be important.”
The quotations came to me in a similarly subjective What I do now as an artist, writer, and therapist does
manner. Many of them were pivotal at some point in my life feel important. Through these skills, I hope to render a
and helped to initiate a permanent change in perspective. boon that, had I not taken that long, strange trip, I would
Others I extracted from the writings of authors I’ve long never have been able to deliver.
admired. A few I discovered only after I started this book, Carl Jung, one of the fathers of modern psychology,
the quotes coming to me in chance comments, something believed mandalas are a pathway to the essential Self and
I happened to be reading, or Internet quotation sites. used them with his patients and in his own personal trans-
Once I matched images and quotes, I realized that I, formation. In this book, I hope to carry on Jung’s tradition
too, had something to say about these concepts. The essays of using art as a means for healing and personal growth – the
in this book have been a way to discover what I feel and primary purposes it has served for me.
think. I began each with a brain dump quickly poured out
onto a blank screen. Then, as I wrote and rewrote, the real - David J. Bookbinder
knowing began, with each pass through the text homing
in on what was there to express.
The essays have continued an integrating process
that began in the first moments following my near-death
experience. “Acceptance” is chapter one because acceptance
initiated a transformational shift – accepting that the path
I’d been on as an English graduate student and aspiring
fiction writer, although I’d been on it a very long time, was
no longer my path, and that I had to embrace the one I was
on now. The remaining topics are in alphabetical order, the
order in which I wrote them.
The structure of this book reflects how I experience
internal change. Most of my major shifts in perspective
began in a single moment, but it has taken a lifetime to
turn insights into lasting alterations of thought, feeling, and
action. The instantaneity of clicking a shutter, represented
here by the Flower Mandala images, reflects the felt expe-
rience of insight. The linear flow of reading and writing,
represented here by the quotations and essays, reflects the
necessity of walking through time in order to fully enact
new ways of being.
Two years after my near-death experience, I was in a
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 1. Acceptance

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It’s all part of it, man.
- Jerry Garcia
Dandelion Head
Acceptance: It’s already there
My path to acceptance has been mainly through loss: lost
career opportunities, relationships, health and, nearly, the
loss of my life. Acceptance has come with the recognition
that each loss has also been an opening.
A major turning point occurred several years ago. At
that time I was bleeding internally and before I noticed
any symptoms, I had already lost about 25% of my blood
supply. Though less drastic than a brush with death a few
years before, this situation recalled the terror of that time. I
grew steadily weaker and underwent a series of increasingly
invasive tests, but no diagnosis or treatment emerged. I
consulted alternative healers and frantically scanned the
Internet. I imagined fatal outcomes. And then one day I
stopped fretting.
A Buddhist friend had given me this prayer, with
instructions to recite it often, without judgment:
Please grant me enough wisdom and courage
to be free from delusion. If I am supposed to
get sick, let me get sick, and I’ll be happy.
May this sickness purify my negative karma
and the sickness of all sentient beings. If I am
supposed to be healed, let all my sickness and
confusion be healed, and I’ll be happy. May
all sentient beings be healed and filled with
happiness. If I am supposed to die, let me die,
and I’ll be happy. May all the delusion and
the causes of suffering of sentient beings die.
If I am supposed to live a long life, let me live
a long life, and I’ll be happy. May my life be
meaningful in service to sentient beings. If my
life is to be cut short, let it be cut short, and
I’ll be happy. May I and all others be free from
attachment and aversion.
At first, welcoming disease or death scared me even
more, but with each recitation, I grew calmer. While I waited
for test results, I began to have a different relationship with
time. Whether I would live or die, whether I would heal
by myself, with interventions, or not at all, was already out
there in my future, waiting for me to arrive. I didn’t have to
plan. I didn’t have to do anything differently. I just had to
move through time, making the best choices I could, until
my fate became clear. I stopped looking things up on the
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Internet and returned to my work as a therapist.
That moment of acceptance was liberating. Since then,
I have been increasingly able to generalize the process. It’s
all, already, there. I don’t need to fret. I don’t need to push.
I just need to live my life to the best of my ability and, of
the infinite possible futures, I will inevitably arrive at the
one that is mine.
If there is one main factor that divides those of us who
do not change from those who do, I think it is acceptance: of
who we are, how we got to where we are, and that we – and
only we – have the power to free ourselves.
Acceptance is being who we are, in each succession of
present moments, swayed neither by avoiding what we fear
nor by clinging to what we think we can’t live without. In the
absence of acceptance, there can be no forward movement.
The hidden patterns that create clinging attachment and
fearful aversion take over, repeating themselves in our minds,
feelings, behaviors, and relationships. We grow older, and
the external circumstances of our lives change, but inside
it’s, as the Talking Heads put it, “the same as it ever was,
same as it ever was, same as it ever was.”
Acceptance is the door that closes one life chapter and
allows another to open. Acceptance is the last of Elizabeth
Kubler Ross’s five stages of loss and a necessary precursor
to moving on from mourning. Acceptance is the first of the
12 steps in addiction recovery programs and essential to
beginning a sober life. Acceptance of self, and of respon-
sibility for change, is the start of true recovery from the
many unhappinesses that may come our way. Acceptance
can be painful, but it is a pain that unburdens. In difficult
circumstances, acceptance is the thing most of us try hardest
to sidestep – and then try even harder to achieve. In its
simplest form, acceptance is saying to ourselves, “Although I
may be suffering, I can be content now. Yes, there are things
I would like to change, and when I change them my life
may have more ease, but I can already be content with my
current circumstances.”
Accepting our real state, no matter what it is, begins the
shift from victim – of external circumstances, of thoughts
and feelings, of physical challenges, of past injuries – to
victor.
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Actions speak louder than words.
- Unknown
Blue Globe Thistle
Action: Sometimes insight is the last defense
At times I feel like a Sherlock Holmes of the mind, with cycle and create new, more fulfilling ways to be in the world.
each of my clients the faithful and resourceful Watson of I have been drawn to schools of therapy that encourage
his or her own unsolved mystery. action. But psychotherapy is not the only way to break
A Holmes-like insight is the province of traditional a Spell. All that’s needed is a practice that allows us to
psychotherapy, and it is often a helpful thing. Insight can recognize our self-defeating patterns, to identify what they
clarify the causes of anxiety or depression, relieve guilt and want us to do, and to choose, through whatever means are
shame, explicate the roots of trauma, and point the way to available to us, to do otherwise.
new and better ways to live. But insight is seldom enough to I frequently give clients this short poem by Portia
effect lasting change; as one of my former professors, Leroy Nelson, “An Autobiography in Five Short Chapters,” to
Kelley, remarked, “Sometimes insight is the last defense.” encourage them to act differently. Maybe you, too, will
In therapy, as in life, actions are more powerful than find it helpful. I have.
words. Identifying dysfunctional patterns, self-sabotaging
thoughts, and triggered feelings that keep us prisoners of AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS
our problems is an important, even vital, preparatory step by Portia Nelson
to change, but it is never enough. For significant growth
to occur, we need, also, to change what we do. Chapter I
Psychologist Jim Grant envisions our patterned thoughts, I walk down the street.
feelings, and behaviors as akin to a Spell that can lead us There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
to act in ritualized, self-defeating ways. To break the Spell, I fall in.
we need to change our actions. Even a slight change in an I am lost... I am hopeless.
old pattern of behavior introduces something new to the It isn’t my fault.
equation. It opens the way for future growth that no amount It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter II
of additional insight, by itself, can create. I walk down the same street.
For example, addicts typically follow a small but com- There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
pelling set of commands that perpetuate addictive behavior, I pretend I don’t see it.
such as: “Once I get the idea in my head, I have to get high,” I fall in again.
or “If I’m around it, I have to do it,” or “Getting high is the I can’t believe I am in this same place.
only thing I look forward to.” In therapy, addict clients can But it isn’t my fault.
learn to identify triggers, challenge their addiction-related It still takes a long time to get out.
thoughts, and work through the feelings and experiences Chapter III
that led them into addiction. But to break the addiction I walk down the same street.
Spell, they also have to act differently. They have to change There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
their relationships to friends and family, employment, and I see it there.
community; to avoid situations that tempt them to use; to I still fall in... it’s a habit... but,
do new things instead of getting high. In the beginning of my eyes are open.
their Spell-breaking journey, they have to act as if they are I know where I am.
through with addiction, “faking it till they make it,” even It is my fault.
when every conscious thought and habituated feeling is I get out immediately.
screaming to them to use. They must, to paraphrase Eleanor Chapter IV
Roosevelt, do the thing they think they cannot do. I walk down the same street.
What is true for addiction applies to any of the maladies There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
that bring people to therapy. Each of us has our own patterns I walk around it.
of thought, feeling, and behavior, and each requires not just Chapter V
insights – words and ideas – but also actions to break the I walk down another street.
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 3. Anger

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Treat your anger with the utmost respect and tenderness,
for it is no other than yourself.
- Thich Nhat Hanh
Pale Yellow Gerbera Daisy
Anger: Heaven and Hell
As I emerged from a childhood depression, my first strong
emotion was anger. I remember listening to Jimi Hendrix,
loud, a foot away from the speakers so that the music rocked
my entire body, feeling almost grateful for the Vietnam
War because it gave me something to focus my anger on.
Anger was energy, and at that time it may even have been
life-saving, though looking back, I see that it was also
imprisoning.
That is the nature of anger. Anger is difficult.
Many of us act out anger to “make the other person
feel the way I do.” But even if we accomplish that goal,
instead of the understanding we crave, a mutually damaging
struggle usually ensures.
Reenacting anger is portrayed as an alternative. In the
movie Analyze This, Billy Crystal plays a psychiatrist who
tells Robert De Niro, his mobster patient, to “just hit the
pillow” when he’s angry. De Niro pulls out his pistol and
fires several rounds into the pillow on Crystal’s office chair.
Crystal pauses, smiles uneasily, then asks, “Feel better?”
De Niro shrugs. “Yeah, I do,” he says. Hitting the pillow
is preferable to hitting a person. But although letting off
steam can help us feel better momentarily, it can also amplify
anger and create further barriers to its resolution.
Suppression – holding anger in, “biting your tongue,”
“sucking it up” – also has its costs. Anger turned inward
leads to depression, builds walls between people, promotes
passive aggression, or explosively surfaces elsewhere.
So what can we do with our anger?
We can, as Buddhist teacher Thich Nhat Hanh suggests,
relate to it as if it were a baby in distress, crying for help.
Once I asked an eight-year-old boy who was often murder-
ously enraged at his mother how he would treat this anger
if it were a baby crying. “I’d pick it up and see if it wanted
to be held.” And if it still cried? “I’d try giving it a bottle.”
And if that didn’t work? “I’d see if it had a poopy diaper.”
To deal with our anger, we need to find out if it needs to
be held, fed, or has a poopy diaper. Then we can give it
the attention it requires. Only then can we safely bring our
grievances to those with whom we are angry.
In my therapy practice, I use a technique developed by
couples counselor Harville Hendrix to help people with the
crying babies of their anger. At the beginning of a couples
or parent/child session, I explain that here, they can each
fully express their anger, but instead of going back and
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forth, arguing as they usually do, they’ll take turns: One
person will speak while the other listens actively, and then
they will reverse roles.
I ask the first listener to be ready to hear what the first
speaker says without reacting, withdrawing, or defending,
even when something feels hurtful or sounds “wrong.” Then
we begin. The first speaker tells his or her story and the
listener mirrors it, one chunk at a time, to make sure he or
she “got” it. This process continues until all the important
parts of the story have been heard, mirrored, and under-
stood. Then, the listener summarizes it all, making a kind
of intellectual sense of it: “So, now that I hear how you
experienced what I did/said, I can understand why you’re
angry.” Often, the listener also empathizes: “In your shoes,
I’d be angry, too.” Sometimes an apology follows: “I’m sorry
I hurt you. I didn’t mean to. I don’t want to cause you pain.”
Tears may flow. Something has shifted.
After the speaker has been heard, understood, and
empathized with, listener and speaker change roles. The
process ends when each party has both spoken and been
heard. At that point, reconciliation often begins. Over time,
this speaking/hearing process can create a durable container
to hold the sometimes violent feelings that occur between
people. Similar techniques have been used successfully in
areas of great historical conflict such as the Middle East,
Latin America, and Ireland.
Anger can feel empowering, but only its resolution
is a liberation. Author Ken Feit illustrates the difference:
“Once a samurai warrior went to a monastery and asked a
monk, ‘Can you tell me about heaven and hell?’ The monk
answered, ‘I cannot tell you about heaven and hell. You
are much too stupid.’ The warrior’s face became contorted
with rage. ‘Besides that,’ continued the monk, ‘you are
very ugly.’ The warrior gave a scream and raised his sword
to strike the monk. ‘That,’ said the monk unflinchingly, ‘is
hell.’ The samurai slowly lowered his sword and bowed his
head. ‘And that,’ said the monk, ‘is heaven.’”